Got a song about the sister waitin´ somewhere by the phone
For some man who never missed her ever since he come and gone
Ain´t it´s harder for a woman with a baby on her way

That´s the price of being human when you´re poor enough to pay
And she listen to the freedom in the silence at her door
No one missin´ when you need ´em there ain´t no fun to sing that song no more
Got a song about a saviour looking lonesome and afraid
At a city full of strangers and a cross he never made
And he´s sadder than he´s wiser and a longer way from home
And he wonders why his father left him bleeding and alone
Just a broken song of freedom and the closing of a door
No one´s missin´ till you need ´em there ain´t no fun to sing that song no more

Just a broken song of freedom and the closing of a door
No one´s missin´ till you need ´em there ain´t no fun to sing that song no more